#SoCS: A Yarn Too Far

Dad was good at telling long, detailed yarns about anything.

Trips he and mom took.

What they ate at every meal during their trips.

The relatives they would visit.

Their conversations. All of them.

The people I didn’t know that they would visit.

Stories from his days as a grocery store manager.

I remember mom getting a look of frustration on her face on several occasions and then saying, “She doesn’t know who you’re talking about. Finish your story!” I imagine that inside she was feeling much like the young boy in the photo and thinking to herself, “Stop. Please stop.”

Dad’s yarns sometimes went longer than necessary.

My ex-husband commented often on dad’s painstaking story telling and would stop me on occasion, stating that I was channeling his “longitude” and needed to wrap things up. Rude. I can’t help it if I inherited not only dad’s sense of humor and love of animals, but also his need for detail in relaying pertinent information that may be crucial in the yarn’s fulfillment and conclusion. Know what I mean?

Story telling and spinning interesting yarns is an art form. I can’t say dad perfected it, but he certainly kept trying over the years. It was part of who he was and not much would change that about my father. The yarns were as much a part of him as his need for a full candy dish, coupon shopping and planting a garden every spring.

I suppose I followed in dad’s footsteps with this blogging nonsense and telling tales of parents, family, cats, biking, etc. There are times when I’ve rambled on and on (writing a novel instead of a one-liner), but always hope that readers are entertained and know who or what I’m talking about. If you’ve ever felt pain, rolling your eyes at the length of my posts or its content, I apologize.

It’s dad’s fault, really, but I’m honored if I can carry on his legacy of a good, long-winded yarn about anything and everything.

I’m certain he would appreciate a yarn gone too far.

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with an inspiring blogger’s prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus points are involved (my favorite). Linda asks us to write without editing, other than correcting spelling errors.

Just go with the flow.

Like a babbling brook or rain drops. Click HERE if this type of writing floats your boat or helps with your decision-making. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “yarn.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!!

24 responses to #SoCS: A Yarn Too Far

  1. Dan Antion says:

    I love a good story, and you can include all the “necessary”details, as far as I’m concerned. I like to think that your dad, and you, are keen observers of life.

    Our father could go on, and my brother and I inherited that trait, as did our daughters. If you’re having a beer with this family, you’re going to get an earful. Sounds like we’d fit right in 😊

    I hope you have a great weekend, Mary.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      I’m not sure I fall under the “keen observer” category, but since I’ve been blogging, taking photos and trying to spin yarns, my awareness is a bit better. I have a feeling your dad would have gotten on famously with my dad, except who would have gotten the stage first? 😉

      Have a great weekend, Dan. Stay cool in the heat!

      • Dan Antion says:

        When I saw my dad in the company of other yarn spinners, they all got their turn, they just stayed up later. They were “real people” not spinning yarns like people on Facebook. I miss those stories, and I miss those people.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Ha! I think there’s a club out there for yarners. I miss the dad stories now, but glad they remain fond memories of him.

  2. murisopsis says:

    Yup! It wasn’t my dad but my mother!! And of course all of us kids have taken on that trait too… I am never bored with your posts and can only encourage you to “keep spinning” – yarns and bicycle tires!

    • bikerchick57 says:

      I’m happy to keep you entertained with family stories and bike adventures. There are plenty of both sitting in my bag of yarns.

  3. rugby843 says:

    One of the most favorite things as a young mother was watching my kids under the spell of my uncle or dad telling stories of them working together. Also my grandmother in laws telling TV their historical stories of being buggy driving teachers long ago. I wish I had recorded them all. I follow you because of your writing, keep on😍

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Thank you for the compliment! I appreciate it. 🙂
      In a post from 2019, I told of how one of my cousins gave me a recording of my mom and dad. They talked for about 90 minutes of mom’s family and when my dad was robbed at gunpoint at the store where he worked. Aside from the stories, it was so good to hear their voices. I wish you had the same.

  4. It’s funny how we think we need to include all the details when recounting an event or experience. I think I can relate to that and maybe should think of my audience. Don’t worry you don’t go on over long.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      I think work also influenced me with providing detail in recounting stories, but no matter. I’ll keep on telling tales the same as always.

  5. JoAnna says:

    My dad used to tell yarns, too. The older I got, the more I enjoyed listening, even to the reruns. I have never thought of your posts as too long. They must keep my interest.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Oh, my dad did reruns too, and mom would let him know when she alredy heard a story 10 or 20 times. It makes me chuckle thinking about it now.

  6. “Story telling and spinning interesting yarns is an art form. I can’t say dad perfected it, but he certainly kept trying over the years.”

    This paints such a vivid picture. Thanks for sharing, Mary.

  7. J-Dub says:

    I for one am always entertained with your blog posts. Glad you took after your dad in that respect 🙂

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